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It is so gloomy out. It is so hard to be cheerful when it is this gloomy out. It is hard to come here and think about writing about some happy memory or even a happy moment in my life today when I look out the window and see nothing but gray. Nothing but gray, everywhere. It's not even the middle of December yet and here we are, stuck in this relentless gloom. It's like the last smackdown from 2004. So as we slouch toward 2005, I am desperately seeking something, anything that will bring some cheer into the house. The Christmas tree helped; I'll talk about that later this week and tell you about favorite ornaments. But for now, let's talk about my lilies. Last fall I ordered a bunch of flower bulbs from John Scheepers and Greg and I planted them: irises, tulips, some pretty little ground covery things, and these glorious lilies.
In this gloomy December, maybe they'll bring a little to you as well.
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I planted five trumpet lilies that were supposed to grow tall and pink and lovely. They didn't. Four of my twenty-five irises came up. My tulips came up, and they were pretty enough. The ground cover stuff was a middling success. But my lilies - my Asiatic lilies - they came up in a glorious riot of color. There was no stopping their triumph over our side yard. While they were blooming, I went out and visited them every day. I took pictures every day. They bloomed in the very late spring and early summer, when I was so crushingly depressed I couldn't see my way out of it. They were always cheering. Every day they brought me a little bit of joy.
